Do Not Wake The Chocolate Thing

It is like The Ring. What happens next?!



Interrobang

Brimfuls and Beyond

We were tossing ashes into the ocean today. Me, the sis, that guy and of course the ashes. Unfortunate that her birthday falls on the first day of summer. Would've preferred less bystanders to the act. Not a crowd but more than too many.

We didn't have much of a moment besides a bit of talk, some soothing words we knew had to be said, for solemnity's sake and maybe for ours, but it was a moment nonetheless. It was a moment out of our hands. It was likely illegal. I'll remember it fondly.

While we were tossing ashes into the ocean the sis and I had some ideas for some stories that neither of us may end up writing. A comedic sketch about a scattering taking too damn long. Boredom it becomes, and chore-dom. We were tossing it in handfuls, after all. That's a lot of handfuls. The passersby, the surfer a half dozen yards deep, they saw. They know. It's a lot. It's naturally comedic, the way the wind plays with us and it. The wind was against us. There's symbolism in that but we prefer to be amused.

In the nervous confusion about how best to be done with it, we wondered where else we could've spread the ashes. In a tanning bed. A lot of our story ideas settled upon inconvenient locations for a final rest. She liked tanning beds as much as the beach. It's an idea worth pursuing.

I yanked up out of the depths an old, old idea I had long before it was relevant. A passing-off of an urn from family member to family member until it lands in the lap of a kid who can't be bothered to properly dispose, so off he goes to school where he leaves the ashes in the grass field. A commotion ensues, confusion, cops. Still not sure the beach is any more proper but it was what she would have wanted.

Experiments in Experimenting and other great somethings

This is me taking my new video editing software for a spin. Feel free to not watch. I know I won't. Acknowledgements beneath. (Heroic Hint: Everything is Terrible did most of the work.)



Video clips:
"The Prop Comic Preacher" from Everything is Terrible
(http://www.everythingisterrible.com/2010/08/prop-comic-preacher.html)
"200 Christmases In 2 Minutes" from Cinefamily
(http://vimeo.com/16628606)

And there's chocolate at the end. All hail, sweet chocolate.


I'm going to be posting this and similar nonsenses on a semi-regular basis solely to chart my progress. That holds true of generally everything I contribute (Hey there, I'm the Henry) but I've never felt the need to explain me, myself, my .gifs, my photoshops, I or my rambling writings. This, on the other hand, merits some mumbled explanation.

And, you know, the .gifs are awesome. I'd live my life in a waterfall of my own .gifs if I could. Not a thing that needs explaining about those.

I'm kinda feeling the "Empty Nest" theme song

I've this theme stuck in my head all day long. It's so damn catchy!

Sunday, Still Funky

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Before there was Golden Girls

There was Soap. Brought to you from the same, filthy minds.



And before there was cheesecake, there was that ring concoction. How can you have horny old women without cheesecake?

Someone with more time than either the sis or I could probably edit together an entire episode's worth of scenes fitting the Golden Girls formula. Needn't all be Soap clips, either. What I'm saying is someone do this. I demand it.

Saturday Night, Feel Alright

Gonna have Some Fun. C'mon, all and one.


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You know you want to!

Outside a barber shop. Oh yeah!

I can't wait until blogger offers a laugh track

One Year

So it has been a year since anyone has done anything on this damn thing. But don't fret--we're making a comeback! And yes, I will finish my top ten films of the decade even though it's half way through 2011.